If it can hurt, then it may be worth the gamble.
PFP by: @enokitakii (Tumblr: @fash-en)
Not affiliated to the official PJ:EG Game.
Character based on Hero Havoc by wish_z
OC in the WGKG fanfiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62115202/chapters/158875174
bit of a tw for this!! I poured my heart and soul into this and the feedback I got was “What the fuck, Callie” :3
don’t read if violence and death make you uncomfortable.
Sorry that this is one william years late oops
A spotlight flickered, revealing a theater surrounded by shattered mirrors. With every seat in the house full, the audience awaited eagerly as a terrified Allie took center stage. From above, a single script-like page fell to her feet, two words clearly visible.
mimic Them.
Behind her, she saw a puppet with a fox mask. It moved heavily, beginning some choreography she’d definitely seen before. One wrong movement from her was all it took for someone in the audience to throw what looked to be a sharp rock, cutting her right below the eye. The pain(she deserved it she deserved it she deserved it) drew the stakes higher, and from then on she focused on what she needed to do to survive. The first figure went down easily, crushed by a fallen sandbag from above once she had spent enough time following its movements. Without a single second to relax, another one took its place. And another. They became harder to mimic, and the audience was getting restless. Some were leaving, others were throwing more stones that cut into her flesh. The puppets continued to come, peacock, cow, hawk, spider, butterfly, a softer looking fox-
Opossum.
The movements of the puppet were simple. Too simple, mockingly simple. And then, they stopped.
By now the audience was empty, nobody wanted to see her anymore.
(The only person who did was dead, and it was all her fault.)
With an anguished scream, she picked up one of the rocks and slashed the puppet’s mask off, stabbing it into their face. Nothing, no features, nothing. She had acted out of turn. (She knew what came next, she just- she wanted it to be over.)
The actor fell to her knees and looked up, a snivelling sobbing mess. As it unhinged itself, the last thing she saw burned into her retinas was the blinding glow of the spotlight. With a sickening crunch, it landed on her head. A broken body, covered in cuts and bruises and blood vanished as the curtain was pulled shut.
I AM LOST. WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO TRY SEARCHING FOR ME? PERHAPS, I MIGHT BE DEAD OR MIRACULOUSLY STILL BE ALIVE AND WELL.
some words are missing some letters but thats because he SUCKS at making ciphers and/or using english, double check your work loser. i fixed it for you.
It feels cold in here; I might die of hypothermia, but I hope someone will find me in these tight walls or not. I already accepted my fate ever since I am in this fuckass of a killing game.
Second one:
He is gone, “I” am afraid. “I” am happy for this outcome.